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Dante whipped around. The spot where I should have been was empty. A shredded piece of my clothing floated on the dark water below.
"Ilara! ILARA!" Dante's voice trembled as he frantically scanned the area.
The lights followed his gaze, sweeping over every corner of the yacht, but I was nowhere to be found.
"Ilara, where are you? Don't do this to me!"
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